Sex in Montpellier

I was sitting at the bar in a restaurant called Marty’s in one of the many suburbs of Chicago waiting for my date, actually a blind date set up for me by a friend at work. I got there forty-five minutes early because it would have been too far to drive home to my apartment and be able to get back in time to meet my date. Another reason I was so early was that it had been years since I had been on a regular date let alone a blind date and I was a bit nervous. I wanted to have a couple of drinks to settle my nerves before my date showed up. Carla, my friend from work, gave me a brief description of my date and said I shouldn’t have any trouble recognizing her. All I really got from the description was her name Mary and that she is supposed to be very attractive.

I really hated the idea of a blind date but Carla would not be talked out of fixing me up and I knew that it would probably be a long time before I got up the nerve to start asking women for dates again. It had been two months since my wife and I split up and Carla insisted it was time for me to get back in the game and I finally gave in to her.

As I sat sipping my second scotch of the evening I saw Pam come into the restaurant and sit on one of the benches in the waiting area. Her being there was going to be a problem. You see, Pam is my wife. Although we have been separated for the last two months we are still married.

Pam and I had been married for twelve years when we separated. During most of that time we had a great marriage. Our problems started about two years ago, when for some reason we just suddenly stopped talking to each other. At the time I didn’t know why and I didn’t know which of us started it. After a while the silence when we were together got so uncomfortable that we started avoiding each other around the house. This situation lasted for about two months and ended one night after we had been to a party. At the party I had had quite a bit to drink and as it turned out so did Pam. We were both feeling pretty good when we got home and we ended up making love. The next morning the tension was gone and we began talking to each other again.

After that things nearly got back to normal. The only thing that didn’t seem to fully recover from that rough period was our sex life. We went from having sex at least twice a week to only two or three times a month. Our life continued like this for the next two years. That’s when my friend Doug asked me to watch his dog for him.

Doug and I had been friends since high school and I was probably his only good friend. Doug was a very difficult person to like. He is so full of himself. Ever since I’ve know him he has bragged about the women he has dated and bedded, which was okay when he was twenty, but he is 36 now. He believes that most women are attracted to him when in fact most women I know think he is obnoxious.

The guys all think he is just an asshole. I guess the one character flaw that turned people off the most was the fact that Doug bragged about being a voyeur. This started in high school when Doug would sneak out behind the girl”s sorority houses and peek in windows. We loved to hear his stories then but he didn’t stop that kind of behavior after high school. I remember when we were about 22 years old, a bunch of us were out drinking and Doug told us that he had a collection of pictures he had taken of unsuspecting women in compromising positions. He said, “If you always have your camera with you and are ready you can get some great pictures.”

Nobody really believed him but they resented him for thinking that this of behavior would be acceptable. Gradually most people started to avoid him and began to refer to him as “That Asshole.”

I remained his friend, not by choice but because I didn’t have the heart to turn my back on him. He had always been there for me and had helped me on many occasions. When Pam and I first got married Doug helped us move into our first apartment and then when I bought our house from a guy who was building it himself and ran out of money, Doug helped me finish the house. The exterior of the house had been finished and the plumbing and electrical had been done but the interior walls were not finished. They needed sanding and painting and the trim work had to be done as well as hanging the kitchen cabinets. Doug helped me do all of that work and asked only that I have a cooler of cold beer handy while we worked. I would go over to the house every night after work for three or four hours and often would find Doug already there working. When we finished the house Doug helped us move in. I just couldn’t turn your back on him even if he was an asshole.

Doug and I would go out drinking together whenever Pam had a committee meeting for one of the charities she for which she did volunteered work. About five years ago Doug suggested that we go out, pick up a couple of girls and get laid. I told him no. I wasn’t going to cheat on Pam. After that night he would bring this up almost every time we went out. I began to think it was just a joke to him. Then about two years ago as we were sitting in a bar when Doug said, “Look what just came in the door.”

I looked over to see two women standing in the entrance to the bar. One was blonde the other a redhead. Doug said, “How would you like to get a piece of that?”

I admitted that they were attractive and that it might be fun to get them into bed. Then before I could say another word Doug was waving to the two women and they started coming over to our table. I said, “What are you doing?”

Doug said, “I am doing you a favor. Getting into a redhead every once in a while is good for you.”

I didn’t have a chance to say anything more because the women had already arrived at our table. The blonde kissed Doug then Doug said, “Ken meet Kim and Brenda.” Kim was the blonde and Brenda the redhead.

I was uncomfortable for a little while but Brenda was easy to talk to and after a couple more drinks I relaxed. After a couple rounds of drinks Kim suggested that we all go over to her place. It turned out that Kim and Brenda were roommates and they shared a very nice two bedroom apartment. When we got there Kim and Brenda fixed drinks for everyone and we settled in front of the television. After a while I was talking to Brenda about something and suddenly realized that Doug and Kim were gone. When I looked around for them Brenda said, “If you’re looking for Doug, he and Kim went into the bedroom.”

When I turned to look at Brenda she kissed me. I knew I should leave right then but I didn’t move. Then Brenda said, “Would you like to see my room?”

I knew it was definitely time to leave as Brenda led me by the hand into her room. I was searching for the words to explain that I had to go home as Brenda kissed me again and flicked her tongue across my lips. I immediately felt myself becoming aroused and when she kissed me again it was all over. I kissed her back and we dropped down onto the bed. Part of my mind kept telling me to get out of there and go home but the powerful little brain in my little head told me I needed a redhead.

I pulled Brenda’s top off and soon had her soft breasts in my hands and mouth. As I sucked on her nipples, Brenda made little mewing sounds in her throat. As her breathing intensified I started to open her pants. Brenda helped me get her pants off leaving her on the bed in just her black panties. I kissed my way up her inner thighs until I reached her panties then I pulled the gusset aside to discover that Brenda was a natural redhead. She had a large triangle of soft fluffy red hair. I pressed my face into her hair and inhaled her scent. I ran my tongue over her vulva causing Brenda’s hips to jump just a little. As I began to probe Brenda’s pussy with my tongue she took my head in her hands and pulled me tighter against her. I wasn’t sure if she was having an orgasm or not because Brenda didn’t make any noises but she was humping my mouth and her juices seemed to be flowing heavily.

I work her pussy over so hard that my mouth actually got tired, and then I got up and removed my clothes. As I came back to the bed, Brenda took my cock in her hand and pulled it toward her face. I move in the direction she was pulling, like I had a choice, and Brenda took me into her mouth. I stood there looking down on her red hair as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth and I momentarily thought of Pam and felt a pang of guilt but then I look at the downy red hair between Brenda’s legs and all I wanted to do was get my cock inside her.

I climbed onto the bed and began kissing Brenda as my cock searched for her opening. It didn’t take long for me to find her warm wet hole and slid my cock deep inside her. We bounced around the bed, slowing and then speeding up, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as we could until I finally exploded inside Brenda’s pussy, spewing my seed deep inside her.

Afterward I felt great for about five minutes, and then the guilt started. I didn’t want to be an asshole and just get up and leave but all I wanted to do was get out of there. I stay for half an hour then said that I had to leave. Brenda didn’t seem to be upset. She walked me to the door and said, “Let me know if you want to get together again.” Then she kissed me and I left. Apparently Doug and Kim were still going at it in the other room when I left.

Looking back on it now, I suppose that my guilt from that affair was one of the reasons that I found it difficult to talk to Pam during that two-month period of time because that is about the time the problem started.

After that Doug would occasionally bring up my night with Brenda and ask if I wanted to do it again. I gave him an emphatic no. I told him I wasn’t going to cheat on Pam again.

Now we get back to Doug asking me to watch his dog. About a week before that sexual encounter with Brenda two years ago Doug had bought a dog. He had gotten a small poodle because he thought it would help him pick up girls. Two months ago Doug told me that he was taking his current girlfriend on a island cruise and would be gone for a week and asked me if I would watch his dog while they were gone. I liked Nero but he was a very hyper dog and I told Doug that I knew Pam wouldn’t want him running around in our house. Doug said, “You don”t have to take Nero to your house, he”ll be fine staying alone. All I need you to do is stop by in the morning and give him fresh water and let him out in the back yard to relieve himself then stop by in the evening to feed him, give him fresh water again and let him outside again.”

I agreed to do it and Doug gave me his spare keys. Doug said, “I leave Saturday afternoon so you need to feed Nero Saturday night, and I’ll be home the following Saturday afternoon. ”

I talked this over with Pam and she agreed to help. Saturday and Sunday I would take care of Nero but during the week Pam agreed to take care of Nero in the mornings, because she passed within a block of Doug’s house on her way to work, and I would handle the evenings.

Monday evening when I went into Doug’s house Nero wasn’t jumping at the door waiting for me like he usually is. When I called him I heard him upstairs. When I looked up the stairs Nero was looking down at me and pacing behind the gate that Doug put up to keep Nero form going upstairs in the first place. It looked as thought Nero had knocked the gate part way over and was able to get past it but he couldn’t figure out how to get back down the stairs. I went up and got Nero and fixed the gate. Then I looked to see if Nero left any messes and found that he had peed in Doug’s study. I went down stairs and got a sponge and the spray cleaner for cleaning up pet stains and took them upstairs. As I was cleaning up Nero’s mess it occurred to me that I had never been on the second floor in Doug’s house before. When I finished my task I snooped around a bit.

Doug’s study was actually a bedroom that he converted to a study. He had a large roll top desk with his computer on it and a small file cabinet next to the desk. I peeked into his closet and found that he had another file cabinet. This was a four-drawer cabinet, which was locked. On top of the cabinet were three shoe boxes. I opened one of the boxes and saw that it was nearly full of photographs. White cards that were marked with year and month on them divided the photos.

I pulled out the pictures from January of 1999. There where five of them. The first looked like it was taken in a restaurant and the photo was of woman sitting at a table with a small child.

What struck me about this picture was that under the table you could see that the woman’s legs were spread just enough that you could see up her skirt all the way to the crotch of her pantyhose and you could see her panties through them. The next picture was taken at a basketball game and the woman in the picture was sitting on the opposite side of the arena from whoever took the picture. The photographer must have used a powerful telephoto lens because the picture very clearly showed the woman’s panties. The other three pictures were all shots of women in similar situations that didn’t seem to know that they were exposing themselves or that they were being photographed.

I took the box over to Doug’s desk, sat down and began looking through his collection. The photographs were of excellent quality. Someone who knew what they were doing took these pictures. I wondered if Doug these were Doug”s work. As I said, the pictures were divided into months. Some months had only one or two pictures and some had a dozen or more. The summer months seemed to have the most. I was about half way through the box when I noticed a label on top of the box. It read “Up Skirts 1999 - 2000.” That made me curious about the other two boxes, so I went back and got those boxes from closet. They had similar labels. One box said “Up Skirts 2001 -” and the other said “Down Blouse 1999- ” Neither of these boxes was full. I sat down and began to look through the pictures in the box marked “Down Blouse.” The photographs were just what I expected. They were of women’s breasts captured when the woman was bending over and her breasts were visible through the top of her blouse or dress or were shots where the breast was visible through the arm hole of the woman’s blouse or dress. These photographs must have been much harder to get because there weren’t nearly as many and they weren’t as clear as the up skirt photographs.

When I had looked through all of the down blouse pictures I went back to the first box of up skirt pictures. I had only gotten as far as August of 1999 when I stopped to get the other boxes out so I started back in September. When I got to October I was shocked to see a picture of Pam. She was sitting on the sofa in Doug’s living room talking to Carla, my friend from work. Pam was facing Carla and her legs were spread far enough apart that the white of her panties was visible.

It pissed me off to think that Doug would take a picture of Pam that way. I looked at the next picture which was the same scene only he had zoomed in much closer. Now you couldn’t see the faces of the women in the picture and you could only see a little of Carla’s body, but it was a great shot up between Pam’s legs. This was such a sexy and I guess erotic photo that I was getting an erection from it. I couldn’t take my eyes off that picture. I thought about Doug looking at this picture of my wife’s exposed panties and it bothered me but I still couldn’t put it down. Finally I glanced at the next picture and it was an extreme close up of Pam’s panties. In this picture you could see the dark shadow of Pam’s pubic hair and the outline of her vulva through her panties. This picture almost made my mouth water. Doug must have taken these three photographs in rapid succession only zooming in closer for each shot. I remembered that night. Doug had invited several people over for a party and he walked around all night taking photographs. I didn’t think anything of it at the time because he was always taking photographs.

I set the three photos of Pam aside and looked through the rest of his collection. When I had seen them all I looked at Pam’s pictures again. When I got ready to go home I put the pictures of Pam in my pocket and put the rest back where I had found them.

When I got home Pam asked what took me so long. I told her about Nero getting upstairs and the mess he left for me to clean up. I didn’t mention the photographs.

That evening after dinner as Pam was upstairs reading so I got the photographs of Pam out and looked at them again. While I was doing this I happened to notice that something was written on the back of the extreme close photo of Pam”s panty covered pussy. I looked at the writing but Doug’s penmanship wasn’t very good so it took me a minute to figure out that it said, “I’ll bet that’s one delicious pussy.”

It bothered me that Doug would have thoughts like that about my wife but rather than getting angry with Doug I got horny for Pam. I looked at the photos again and knew that I had to get my between those legs. I locked the photos in my brief case and headed up stairs. Pam was coming out of the back bedroom where she goes when she wants to read. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. She jumped at first then said, “What do you want? As if I need to ask when I call already feel the answer.”

It occurred to me then that this was the first time in a long time that I had an erection before we even started to make love. I pushed my hard cock against Pam and kissed her on the neck. Then I whispered in her ear, “Hey baby how about showing a sailor a good time?’

She said, “What did you have in mind sailor?”

I ran my hands down over her breasts, across her belly and down to her thighs. Then I pulled my hands up between her legs and pressed against her pussy. I said, “I need something sweet and juicy in my mouth and I think you have what I need right here.” I pressed my hands tighter against her pussy as I spoke.

Pam turned around to face me and said, “It’s been so long I don’t know if I am still sweet and juicy.” Then she kissed me. We continued kissing as I opened her pants and pushed then down her legs. When they fell to her ankles, Pam stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Then I picked Pam up sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt down between her knees. I was looking directly at the gusset of her panties. What I wanted was behind that white cotton strip. With both hands I began to pull Pam’s panties off. She lifted herself off the bed to help. As I ran my tongue over her labia I realized that Pam was already aroused because her pussy was already starting to self lubricate in preparation for penetration. When I pushed my tongue inside Pam’s pussy her juices began to run down my chin. It wasn’t more than two minutes later that Pam was tensing up as her orgasm began to wash over her. After her orgasm Pam said, “That felt fantastic. I guess I needed that more than I realized.”

I stood up in front of Pam and she unbuckled my belt, opened my zipper and helped me out of my pants. As I removed my shirt Pam freed my cock from my shorts and took it into her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head sever times then took me deep into her throat. I was soon building toward climax so I pulled my cock from her mouth, removed my shorts and got on the bed with her. Pam spread her legs as I climbed between them. I bent down and kissed her pussy lips once then moved my rock hard member into place at the entrance to Pam’s tunnel of love. When I pushed inside her the combination of her natural lubrication and her body heat made me want to spend the rest of my life inside her. Pam rolled us onto our sides so that she could move her hips in time to my movements. We soon had a rhythm going that was giving a great deal of pleasure to both of us. When I climaxed it was the best I had had in a long time. As we lay together in the after glow I said, “We need to do this more often.”

After a loving, long, soft kiss, we held each other.

She pulled back a little and looked into my eyes… “You can probably expect a lot more of this. There won”t necessarily be another man every time. Believe me, I loved that, but the Mistress/sub part…. I don”t know…. I like it…. It brings out a part of me that feels confident and proud, and… well…. fulfilled in ways that I”m not sure I understand yet.”

“I”m glad.”

“I Love You Rick.”

“I Love You too Vicki.”

She stood and gently stroked my cheek as she turned to the dresser. She began brushing her hair she said…”Now, my wonderful obedient little bitch, feed me and bath me. Then you may fuck me……”

My life has changed, I guess, permanently.

We were quiet as the waitress approached and we ordered another round of drinks. Michael excused himself to the bathroom, giving my wife and I time alone for the first time that evening.

“Oh God, Noah, we need to get out of here. I’m so horny right now that soon I can’t be held accountable for my actions!” she whisper-yelled in my ear.

“You never told me that story,” I said, still buzzing from her encounter.

“You didn’t tell me there were going to be other guys here,” she whispered right back. “If I’d have known there were co-workers around, I never would have dressed like this!”

“Michael’s not my co-worker. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s happy you did.”

Something changed in her expression. “This is getting you excited, isn’t it?” I opened my mouth to say something but felt her hands brush across my erection before I could. “It is!”

“Well, your story was pretty hot…” I said weakly.

“Yeah, but that’s not why you’re hard.” I couldn’t tell if she was angry or not. “Do you want me to fuck Michael?”

“Do you want to fuck him?” Truthfully, I don’t think I wanted to hear her answer. Yes or no, it would tear me up inside. I think I liked the ambiguity of not knowing; of pretending that she’d say yes and feeling safe that she’d say no.

I could barely meet her eyes and had to tear my gaze away from my glass. Danielle was biting her lip, her own blue eyes downcast and thoughtful. She looked so beautiful. “If I answer truthfully, can we get out of here?”

I was silent as the waitress swept in and delivered our drinks. I didn’t want to answer because I didn’t want an answer. But I couldn’t leave her hanging, either. With a mix of excitement and dread, I whispered, “Yes.”

She opened her full, glossy lips to give her answer when suddenly she smiled, changing her demeanor back into the seductress. “Welcome back,” she smiled over my shoulder.

“Why thank you,” Michael said, taking his position next to Danielle and running his hand along her shoulder. She shivered at his strange touch. “So where were we?”

“I was asking you questions to keep you honest.” He laughed, remembering the earlier conversation. “So, Michael, ever had a one night stand?” She brushed her blond hair from her face, raising an eyebrow in the Brit’s direction.

“Never with someone as beautiful as you,” he said cheekily.

She laughed, bobbing her head. “Okay, okay… how about, when was the last time you had a one night stand?”

He tapped his lips, seemingly in disbelief, and said with a grin, “Last night.”

This surprised both Danielle and myself, my wife’s eyebrows shooting up. “Really? With someone at the convention?”

He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Dani, I’m having trouble being the truthful man I said I was and a gentleman. If I tell you, I want you to answer a few of my own questions.”

Danielle seemed to think this was fair, but I gulped silently. Michael leaned close to my wife and whispered something that I couldn’t hear. Her blue eyes smiled, searching the room and focusing on the waitress, widening just a notch. “Really?”

Michael shrugged. “Now. Measurements please.”

Danielle batted her eyelashes coyly. “Well, I’m 5′5″…” She giggled like a teenager as the Brit studied her with his dark eyes. “34B, 23, 34.”

He nodded in appreciation. “Are you a natural blond?” Again, the giggle and another shy nod. “You’re adorable…” He was gazing into her eyes, which she met with bashfulness, looking from Michael to her martini to Michael. “Now, the number one question I’ve been wondering all evening…”

Do you want fuck me? The question didn’t need to be asked. It hung in the air like a flash of lightning. How would she answer it? Why did I suddenly feel like an imposter at this table?

“Do you…” He paused for dramatic effect. “…like British men?”

We all laughed with a touch of hysteria. I saw relief in Danielle’s face as she nodded and replied, “Yes.” She took a large swallow at her drink and laughed softly.

Something changed after that. It was subtle. So subtle that I barely picked up on it—especially with my alcohol buzzing brain. Danielle began to reciprocate Michael’s flirting. Her secretive glances in my direction came less and less often, and more than once I caught her getting lost in his dark gray eyes. She’d realize what she was doing, shake her head to break out of it, and blush with embarrassment.

He began touching her bare arms to emphasize a point, or brushing her blond locks as she enthusiastically retold a story. Jealousy crawled out of the dark recesses where it normally hid. My stomach flipped and fluttered. My head prickled. And yet, I had never been so turned on in my life. Part of me reasoned that Danielle could never fall for someone else—she loved me too much. The other part of me wanted it to happen. Ever so slowly, that second part took over.

“You like this dress, do you?” she asked Michael, snapping me out of my torrid thoughts. “You should see the outfit I bought for dancing…” She played with her wavy bangs, giggling softly.

It was time to stop this charade. Time to take my wife and ravage her. I was so horny I felt like I was about to explode. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” I broke in, “but I just realized the time.” The two looked at me as though remembering that I was there. Now was the time to make up some excuse to take Danielle away from the young Brit. Now was the time to end the fantasy. “I’m heading up to my room. My wife’s probably wondering where I am.”

“Well,” Michael said, turning to Danielle, “now’s my chance. If I take you dancing, do I have a chance to see that other outfit?”

Danielle’s eye slid from the smooth young man to eye me. Her expression smoldered. I thought of her text. I knew that look. I knew what pleasures it promised. Those rare blowjobs were always preceded by eyes like that. Eyes on me, she said, “If you’re lucky, you’ll see a whole lot more.” Registering my arousal, she looked back at Michael, who was smiling confidently.

I looked from Michael to Danielle. I knew that she’d be playing with me as much as Michael all night long, but I’d enjoyed the tease very much. But now she was taking things a little too far. She was painting herself into a corner and I wanted to watch her squirm.

I pulled out my wallet and removed a couple of twenties. “That should cover me,” I said, stepping back. Panic washed over Danielle’s face for the first time that evening as she realized that I was really leaving. “You kids have fun.”

It was an impulsive decision for an impulsive moment. One I’d come to regret later? My heart fluttered, my cock blocked all rational thought.

I was a robot walking out of that bar. A slow-moving automaton. I felt like I had bungee cords strapped to my arms and legs, tightening with each step, pulling me back. I was playing with fire. I knew it. I paused before the elevator, watching the doors open and close. I almost turned around. I almost walked back into that bar. Then the elevator opened again and I stepped in.

Nausea crashed over me as I closed my hotel door. I panicked. For a split second, I panicked big time. Oh God, oh God, what had I done? My breathing came short. My heartbeat went erratic.

I thought of the two of them, alone, lips clashing against one another. His hand worked its way beneath her skirt. Her back arched, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry that I knew so well. My skin tingled as my imagination went wild. My cock stiffened. I was so turned on. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t ask for this.

My hands shook as I splashed cold water on my face; this time to clear the fever of sexual confusion. My phone buzzed once. A text. I went to it.

—TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION FROM EARLIER: YES

My stomach bottomed out. My hair felt on fire. My breathing came in short, uneven breaths and I felt stars form behind my eyes. I felt bile rise. I heard the question being asked. “Do you want to fuck him?” I saw the two of them cross the room, mouths together, clothes plucked at and torn open.

Naked and on all fours, she arched her back as he entered her from behind. Her skin shimmered with sweat. Her coral lips parted as she cried out. “Yes. Fuck me!” Sweat beaded on my own forehead. I couldn’t shake the image. It tore at me like a wild beast desperately trying to escape my chest.

I grabbed my phone. Enough was enough.

—GAMES OVER. YOU WIN.

Despite hitting send, I felt antsy. I paced. I turned the TV on without even checking to see what was on. I checked my phone again and again. The minutes crept by. Why wasn’t she responding? Was I too late?

My phone buzzed. I suddenly didn’t want to check it. I wished my heart would slow down, long enough to let me catch my breath. I turned the phone over in my hand, pressed read.

—TOO LATE. WISH YOU TOLD ME THAT BEFORE YOU LEFT…

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I swooned, stumbling to the bathroom. I pushed things too far. Fuck! That was an understatement. I’d pushed my beautiful wife into the arms of another man.

Dazed, sitting hard on the toilet, the images returned. Danielle on her back, legs spread and welcoming. I looked to the shower, only to be met with a vision of her wet body pinned against the shower wall, ankles locked around Michael’s back.

I felt sick to my stomach at yet somehow, inexplicably, my brain was fiery with lust. I hated myself for feeling that way, but could no longer deny it. I knew that fantasies were best left as fantasies, but this night still felt abstract—still a fantasy—and for the moment, my imagination cruised on that.

I stood up suddenly. Too suddenly. My head rushed with stars. I fought my way across the room, to the door. I was determined to do… something… Get Michael’s room number—somehow. Break down his door—someway. I wasn’t going to let this fantasy ruin ten years of marriage.

And just as I reached the door, it opened inward. Jolted, I froze. Danielle was there, hip cocked to one side, head inclined, mischievous blue eyes cutting up at me. Her breathing was heavy. Her nipples were pinpoints high on her dress. Her half smile said it all: busted.

I swallowed as she swept across the room, grabbing my head in her sweaty palms and pulling my lips to hers. Hard. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as my wife’s tongue slipped into my mouth.

We stumbled back, hitting the bed. I fell back, Danielle followed, her body hot against mine. “I’ve done something naughty,” she said between kisses, her fingers going to my belt. Before my brain could catch up, I was pants-less, reclining against the mountainous pillows of the hotel bed. “I don’t know if you’ll forgive me.”

“Wh—what?” I asked. My mouth went dry. I felt the queasiness return to my gut. My wife rolled her tight body along my cock, the silk of her stockings teasing my thighs. Her short dress rode up, revealing her lacy garter belt and her creamy upper thighs.

She stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes, which danced with amusement. “You’ve never asked me to do it, but it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.”

I gasped as I felt the heat of her pussy run along my naked shaft. Her slick touch was like warm butter. Her blue eyes sparkled, never wavering as realization slowly dawned. She stroked the underside of my shaft with her silky smooth folds. She wasn’t wearing panties, I thought as I gasped at the incredible sensations. It took two more strokes to realize that I hadn’t felt the presence of her familiar, soft curls.

“Mmmm, that feels incredible,” she moaned. I felt the soft bump of her clitoris with each pass along her slippery lips, my body shuddering as the ridge of my cock head slipped out of her valley and across the smooth plain of her mons. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip with a soft coo.

“God, I need it in me,” she moaned as she continued to tease me. “I’ve needed it all day long…”

“Ah God,” I groaned as she rubbed my erection along her softness. Reaching between her legs, she guided my cock into her snug womanhood with a shared gasp. She was so wet. She easily lowered herself onto me until I was buried tightly into her depths.

Slowly, she grinded on top of me. I looked her body over. She was still wearing her tight dress, but one of the spaghetti straps had slipped. The swell of her breast teased me. I was done being teased. Reaching up, I slipped the top of Danielle’s dress off her shoulders, over her magnificent bust.

We kissed again, our embrace raw and visceral. I pulled off my shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin, to feel her small pink nipples scratch across my bare chest. Her skin was sticky with excitement, burning to the touch. She chewed on my lip as her hips rose and fell with greater and greater ardor.

“I’ve wanted this all day,” she said, tearing her mouth from mine. “Oh God, yes… mmm yes…” I dipped my head, running my tongue along her neck. It tasted salty with excitement. Planting her hands on my shoulders, she pushed herself up and I reveled in the full glory of her nudity. Her round breasts rippled as her body rolled against me and her deep blue eyes locked into mine.

Unable to help myself, I scanned the bare skin of her upper torso. The lamplight of the room was warm yellow, the satiny sheen of her sweat giving her Playboy model-like sensuality. Her breasts were swollen with excitement, her pink nubs like hard cherries perched atop her buoyant swells. I cast my hungry gaze down along the tucked undercarriage of each breast, along her slim waist, abruptly ending in the crumbled fabric of her small dress.

Glancing up at her, I saw her watching me with amusement. “Take it off, please,” I said hoarsely.

She teased me for just a moment as she took hold of the hem, realizing that my patience with her games was running out. Fluidly, she yanked the dress off. It caught for a brief moment on her breasts. I gasped. So sexy.

At last, my eyes feasted on the glory of our union. I jerked inside her as her bald sex was exposed. No hair at all. Not even a whisker. Her bare lips were stretched tightly around my shaft, her clit pink and hard just above.

She giggled. “I guess you’re not mad at my little secret.”

I laughed. Hardly, I thought, looking back at her. Watching her watching me. I could watch her like that forever. I could get lost in the swirl of emotion. Passion, adoration, intelligence, love, it was all there, seeing the same things reflected back in my eyes. Only now, there was something else. Confusion, maybe?

Her hips slowed, our caress becoming a gentle act of love. “I can’t believe you left me alone with Michael,” she whispered, leaning down as though to kiss me, stopping just two inches from my mouth.

“You know, after you left, he suggested we skip dancing and go back to his room?” My breath caught. She continued to grind against me, ducking her head as though to kiss me and then pulling back just before our lips touched. I felt her nipples tickle my chest.

“I knew you wouldn’t go,” I said, hearing my voice croak and groan.

Her eyes shifted from right to left, studying me. “But I almost did.” Her voice was barely audible, even this close. She bit her lip, as though ready for me to lash out in jealousy. She was so beautiful. She shifted her hips. I groaned. Her silky embrace felt so good.

“Do you wish you had?” I asked after a long silence, our bodies never stopping the ebb and flow against one another.

She didn’t give the quick answer. The obvious one. She actually took time to think about it, to give an honest answer. “No, I don’t,” she answered softly. I knew this was the truth. Years of marriage helped. “There’s no where I’d rather be than here, my husband.” She squeezed me with her thighs. “But I’d also be lying if I didn’t tell you I was tempted. I love you too much not to tell you.”

“Oh God, I love you, too, Dani,” I whispered back to her, kissing her hard. Her ass was smooth in the palm of my hands, tight and round. “You are so fucking hot.” She giggled, tossing her golden hair self-consciously. We fucked quietly for a few more minutes. “How did you get away from Michael?”

“Yeah, that was tricky…” She settled back into me, the entrance of her pussy gripping the base of my cock like a ring of fire. “After you left… mmm… I was a little shocked. At first, I just wanted to run out of there… follow you back to the room, but… ohhh…” She sighed languorously, her sweaty hands once again finding perch on my shoulders. For a moment my eyes left her blue gaze to watch her breasts swing and bounce.

“But then… I got a little upset… at you… I wanted to teach you a lesson. So I let Michael do his thing.” She closed her eyes and rocked against me for a few moments. “Before I knew it…” She stopped, biting her lip and regarding me with real concern. “You sure you want to hear this?”

I wasn’t, but I nodded anyway as my mind began to freak out.

She nodded back. “Before I knew it, I found myself becoming very attracted to him. He was intelligent, funny, polite, and very confident. If I wasn’t married…” I felt her squeeze me with her pussy and shuddered. “When I texted you, I wasn’t really lying… but I was also just trying to get back at you. When you texted me back, it was a real reality check. Time to go. But not without one last barb.” She winked, referring to her “too late” text. “I told him that an emergency came up and that a relative I was visiting was sick. He wasn’t happy, but he bought it.”

“And then you came back?”

She rolled her eyes away in embarrassment. “Well, there was one other thing…” I held my breath. “We kind of kissed. It was just as I was leaving. It seemed… the right thing to do at the time…”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t gather my thoughts. “Tongue?” I blurted.

Worriedly, she nodded. “I’m sorry, honey, but I wanted you to know everything. I didn’t mean to—” I silenced her, pulling her head to mine in a fierce kiss. I was angry, confused, aroused. No more thinking tonight. It could wait until morning. No more talk.

I rolled the two of us over swiftly, maintaining our union, taking her from above. I felt the familiar sensation of her legs wrapping around my hips. I slowly withdrew until just my head was encased in her warmth. “You’re incredible,” I groaned, thrusting into her. Withdraw, Thrust. Harder. Intensity. Her slim hips met mine. Our bodies slapped together.

“Fuck me,” Danielle hissed through clenched teeth. “Harder,” she said, ferociously quiet. The sounds of our coupling assaulted me. The sounds my wife was making. The things she was saying. Things had gone dreamlike. She rarely cursed. Rarely spoke as we made love. Was she thinking of him? I’ll show her who she should think of…

My arms burned, holding me aloft her undulating body. Long strokes. My entire length in and out. Vicious. “Yes! YES! YES! OH! OHHH!” Her heels dug into my back. She pulled me to her. Her skin was like fire, her breasts slick, her nipples like glowing embers. Our lips tore at one another until we could kiss no more.

She tipped her head back, gritting her teeth. Her nostrils flared as she fought for breath. “Shit, I’m coming! GOD, BABY, COME!! COME!!!”

It was all too much. The feeling of her pussy as it danced along my pumping cock was too much. My balls tightened and the single moment of clarity washed over me just before I released deep inside her.

She was my everything.

She tightened her leg lock on me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her. Our sweaty bodies compressed; our lips came together at the very height of our mutual orgasm, tongues flailing furiously like wild animals, her lips vibrating against mine as she fought to moan and kiss and fuck and come all at once.

At last… at last, we collapsed into one another, spent and exhausted. At last, if only for a moment, we were satisfied, the urges that had been growing all evening had come to a rest. We held one another and let our racing hearts return to normal. I let sleep take me.

***

I woke the next morning with a smile. Danielle was still sleeping, curled up in my arms. I hadn’t felt this good since the early years of our marriage, when every morning was memorable. I stroked her soft blond hair until her eyes opened. “Morning,” she said sleepily.

“Morning.” We kissed, morning breath and all, and she blinked, clearing the sleep from her eyes.

“You were incredible last night,” she said at last, kissing my neck and shifting against me. Her naked touch sparked my arousal. “You treat all your women that well?”

“Only the sexy ones.”

She laughed. “So you’re not upset about what happened last night?”

“No, not really. If anything, it’s you who should be mad. I mean, I put you in a really awkward position.”

“‘Awkward’ wouldn’t exactly be the word I’d use…” Reaching beneath the sheets, her fingers brushed along my cock, erect from the morning and her touch. She purred at her discovery. “Besides, I knew how turned on it would make you, honey. I’d forgotten how fun it was to tease.”

I gasped as her fingers formed a ring around my shaft and she slowly began to jerk me. “I love that you’re such a tease, and happy that you’re nothing more.”

Her eye brows shot up in mock offence. “Nothing more than a tease? I’ll show you nothing more than a tease.” Her fingers tightened around my cock as she slipped under the covers. I only had a moment before her mouth enveloped me with a loud slurp. I groaned at the wonderful sensation. Silky hair on my thighs. Wet mouth and firm fingers around my shaft. She bobbed her head with a fury that I hadn’t received from her in years.

Her tongue was a miracle as it darted and swirled. I felt my cock head slip into her throat and watched—my eyes droopy with lust—as the sheets bounced below me. I pulled them away, freeing my wife to cool fresh air. Our eyes met. Her brow was sweaty, her cheeks concave as she sucked.

I shuddered as I came, catching her by surprise. A stream of come leaked from the side of her mouth before she could get me under control, swallowing my excitement. She sucked and licked until I couldn’t take it anymore, sitting back and wiping the mess from her face. “Yummy,” she said, licking her fingers clean. “I feel all dirty. I think I’m going to take a shower… want to join me?”

As she slipped out of bed, I caught a glimpse of her bare sex, shocked all over again by its baldness. I lay in bed long enough to watch her athletic backside flex and sway on her way to the bathroom. Then I followed her in. I still hadn’t forgotten the images that had haunted me the night before, particularly the one about Michael and Danielle in the bathroom, against the wall. It was time for me to exorcise those demons…

***

We had breakfast in the hotel restaurant a few hours before it was time to fly out. We had a lot of talking to do and not much was getting done when we were alone. We both agreed that while flirting with temptation was exciting, going too far would be destructive. Neither of wanted to lose the other.

On our way out, we ran into Michael. We were holding hands like a couple of teenagers going steady; there was little room for interpretation there.

“Morning… this is a rather odd sight…” Michael said, confused.

I froze, panicking. Shit, now we were in trouble, I thought.

“Good morning to you, Michael,” my wife said, picking up my slack. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment, but her voice didn’t waver. “I’d like you to meet my husband, Noah. I believe you’ve met.” She winked at him.

Michael looked at me, then at her, then back at me. Honestly, I have no idea what was going through his head. “Run” was about the only thing going through mine. But then the young Brit smiled, laughing.

I found my tongue. “I’m sorry, Michael. It just sort of happened. We didn’t mean for the little game to go as far as it did—”

Michael stopped me, needing no explanation. “I understand, mate. It’s not every day a guy gets to be part of someone else’s sexual fantasy.” He said this looking at my wife; a tingle of jealousy rolled down mine spine.

Danielle blushed at his confident gaze but returned it with equal assurance. She had every right to be proud; she’d played him so well—played both of us so well.

“Noah, you’re a lucky devil. I don’t suppose I could get a little kiss from your wife before we say goodbye, could I?”

I shook my head, knowing that he wasn’t being serious. “I think you’ve already got that.” I was only a tiny bit bitter. It felt good basically telling him to shove off, even though I liked the guy.

He seemed a little surprised that I knew that much, but nodded. “Fair enough.” He nodded to the two of us. “Last time I’ll ever try picking up a bird as good looking as you in a bar.” He laughed. “Not really.”

He went his way, we went ours. I felt flushed and judging from Danielle’s palms, she was as well. We said nothing on the way up to the room. We didn’t need to. We still had a few hours before we flew out…

End.